Live Again (poem)

If I should live again, what then would I be?
Scientist, soldier, or a calling not yet known?
Who will be my kith, my kin, and my enemy?
Would they remember me from actions this life sown?

Will my current name be in a history book,
For the future me to learn, respect or despise?
Or is now and this life but a note forsook,
In the cosmic grand symphony’s reprise?

That sword in the stone I have yet to free,
That fire-breathing dragon I have yet to slay,
Will they both be there still waiting for me —
The future me on that faraway day?

Will I fall prey to the same traps and snares?
And be doomed to relive a Sisyphic life?
Perhaps fate has a number of hindrance spares,
And offer variety in destiny’s strife.

The trusted partners and 知己 of today —
Tomorrow be they companions once more?
Is friendship cause enough for them to stay,
Or must they grow addicted to the soar?

Grows life easier or harder with each go?
The end must be planned before I begin.
Prudence and hope to weather crest and trough,
And patience to plan; all are needed for when I live again.